Happy Anniversary, my love

Posted on September 30, 2017 by quashnsa

Happy 17th Anniversary! September 30th, 2017.

A Story Remembered:

It was 1987 when I met you and our history started. We met in band camp at West High School. You were 14 years old, I was 15. You have been a part of my life for 30 years. Let that sink in for a minute. I have known only 15 years without you. We started dating in 1995 and were married 17 years ago in 2000.

We have so many shared experiences that it would be too ambitious to recall very many of them, but here are a few that stick out in my mind.

Before we were together, we were friends. We had the same group of friends in band; we spent a lot of time hanging out as a group. Preparing for football games, putting on the green and yellow uniforms, marching, playing, a large group of friends making music. Band parties, band competitions, growing up as a group.

The Mitsubishi Mighty Max, the smell of pipe tobacco, the song "Southern Cross" playing on the tape deck, chlorine, and you. Those were the greatest nights in high school for me, picking you up for swim practice and taking you home when practice was done.

Driving out to your house to help you with Chemistry. Sitting on the floor in your messy room talking about protons, neutrons, electrons, the periodic table, calculating the energy of combustion, and oxidation/reduction changes. Getting the crank call from that crazy girlfriend of your chemistry partner.

The smell of grass, sitting on a blanket as the sun was setting, drinking beer and wine, and listening to jazz at CSUB's Jazz Festival. Those were great days. Sharing the music experience with you was pure heaven.

We decided to make it official and change our status from "friends" to "dating" at the Kern County Fair in September of 1995, while sitting on a bench near the animal pens. We also promised not to tell anyone until Christmas of 1995, just in case the long distance relationship didn't work out. You were in the Bay Area, and I was in Bakersfield. It was a long drive between our houses, but it was worth it. Getting up at 4:00am on Mondays, leaving your house at 5:00am so I could get back to work by 10:00am for my first class of elementary kids.

After we were officially dating, we ran into our high school band director and his family at a restaurant while you were in Bakersfield for a visit. His reaction to finding out that we were dating was to exclaim to you in disbelief, "You're with him?!"

In the summer of 1997 I loaded all of my stuff into the back of my truck and headed up to the Bay Area to begin my life with you full time. During my drive up, I passed my parents while they were towing the trailer to Tahoe. Oh goodness, I hadn't told them that I was leaving Bakersfield. Whoops!

The summer of 1999, we traveled to Bakersfield for my 10 year high school reunion at Bakersfield Country Club. Sheryl Crow's "All I Wanna Do" was on the radio. We discussed that it would be easier for us to tell everyone that we were married instead of trying to explain to them that we were dating. I already knew how accurate "we are married" was going to be in a few months time.

The evening of September 8th, 1999 there was a large electrical storm that you stayed up all night to watch. The problem was that I had dinner reservations for us in Santa Cruz on the wharf on the 9th. You called me during the day and asked if we could skip dinner, I would not let you skip out on our dinner plans. After dinner, we walked on the beach in the moonlight where I proposed, and you said, "yes!" I still wonder how I got so lucky that you would choose me.

After a year of planning, I married my best friend on September 30th, 2000 in a ceremony at Stockdale Country Club in Bakersfield surrounded by friends, family, a people that are important to us. The ceremony was beautiful, the reception was amazing. Our first dance and the last song of the night still moves me: Don Henley's "Taking You Home". We shut that place down! By the end of the night we still had most of our guests dancing and drinking.

It was October 1st, 2000 at 1:00am went we drove through the Taco Bell on Ming Ave in our wedding attire. A "congratulations" from the tired staff at Taco Bell still makes me laugh. We were so hungry and tired that we walked through the hotel lobby and straight to the room like zombies. Your dress weighed a ton while I was holding it for you as we worked to get it hung up.

In the fall of 2002, I packed a small amount of stuff into my truck on a rainy day while you were at work. I shoved the box spring and mattress into the back of my truck and moved into a new apartment. You were sick, and you had not slept well for a long time in our old apartment. I had to get you out of the old apartment and into the new apartment, so you could sleep and stay warm. I spent a lot of time using your hair dryer to dry the box spring and mattress so you could come home to a warm bed, snuggle in for some much needed sleep, and healing.

In the end, we have met challenges together and defeated them every time when we stand together. I have always said, "It's just you and me against the world." I can not imagine anyone that I would rather share the good, the bad, and the in-between times with than you. You make me better, you make us great. I love you.


Happy Anniversary, my Love


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